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It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys...

It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys gives away the presence of a resident returning home. The door opens to reveal a figure, balancing on unsteady legs and unruly stiletto heels. A *flump* is heard as a pink handbag is tossed haphazardly on a the floor and then a *tick* as dim light floods the apartment. The tiny, single room dwelling is undecorated except for a large four-poster bed in the centre and a long mirror leaning against the far wall. Next to the mirror sits something unusual, covered by a white sheet. 

This girl who calls the place home, her blonde hair at the moment very messy and her face, slathered with running makeup, is fair skinned. She wears a very dainty pink bra, which is barely managing to hold up a pair of obviously fake, gravity-defying breasts. Across her hips is draped a lacy pink suspender, and some of the wispiest panties imaginable, and she sways with precarious balance on a pair of 8-inch heels. Aside from that, she is wearing no other clothing. What she is wearing, however, is spattered on her stomach, her neck, and streaming lightly down her taut thighs. The seed of her apparently many evening mates is even lightly caked across her face, the cause of her ruined makeup. If this wasn’t enough, the faraway look in her glazed eyes is a dead giveaway to even the most casual observer; this is a girl who is coming home from having her brains totally and completely fucked out.

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She crawls onto the comfortable bedspread and for a moment, she just sort of… stares dreamily into space. Her eyes flutter a little and a hand roughly squeezes a breast, drawing a small coo as an abnormally large nipple stands erect and at attention. She runs through her evenings activities in her mind, smirking as she thinks back to each creamy string of cum flying through the air at her. When she wonders what that icky boy would have to say about it. Her hand snakes under the flippy skirt as she remembers all the new cocks she experienced tonight, having just enough time to collect a small dab of creamy fluid on her fingers before an alarm begins to go off.

The girl pouts as she crawls off the bed and looks at a large digital clock sitting next to the mirror. 6:12. Ugh. The icky boy will be back soon… But she still has time. She steps in front of the mirror, a whimper of arousal escaping her lips as her eyes take in her sordid, oversexualised reflection. She peels off the tube of cloth covering her tits, exposing her round e-cups to the room. She jiggles them in the mirror a little, pulling a cheeky face as she pinches a fat thumb-sized nipple. Then she unbuckles her little skirt, and lets it fall to the floor, careful not to let the clothing wipe any of the semen off her legs. She makes a randy “mmmm” noise as she looks down at her swollen cameltoe, and turns her hips to take in the curve of her lucious, jiggly ass.

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An eye flicks to the clock, and she begins redressing herself, but not in any regular, respectable clothing. The clothes she pulls on seem more appropriate for a sex dungeon than for pyjamas. Black latex bra and panties are stretched over her body, followed by pink fishnet stockings up her legs. Next she clips a fetish collar around her neck, and touches up her lipstick, going for neon pink to add to the raw sexuality of the outfit. After making a few kissy faces in the mirror, she smirks at her reflection, uses the lipstick to write block letters on her head. She giggles to herself, pulling out her cell phone snap a quick mirror selfie. She again checks the time, fussing to herself before deciding she indeed still has time. She goes through her contacts and sends the selfie she just took, a horny looking blonde with SLUT written on her forehead, along with a words “Now. Bring a friend.”

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For the next 3 minutes, she fusses over some kind of apparatus in the corner, frequently looking over at the closed door. She plays with the clock near the mirror, checking several times that the timer is set for 7:31pm.

There is a knock on the door, her pink lips break into a cheeky grin and she darts over to answer it. Two grinning men are standing there, they do not seems surprised by the attire of the girl. 

“Hey Bambi…” one of them says. 

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She invites them in, urging them to be quick. They seem to know the drill, not at all shocked as the girl kneels on the bed, pulls her latex panties aside and then tugs on the jewelled assplug that has been lodged inside her all night. It comes loose with a wet POP, and the men stare hungrily into the gaping pink hole being presented to them, squeezing their cocks in excitement. Just where darkness obscures their vision, they can make out the huge lake of semen that always seems to be there at this time of day. She’s been busy tonight.

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And with that, the first man steps up, and shoves himself inside the twitching hole. The girl squeals in delight, spewing profanity, proclaiming her love of being fucked. The man, as promised, quickly empties his balls inside the little blonde as she coos and moans with pleasure. The second man waits for a moment as the first man extracts himself from the gaping hole, and the girl recovers from her anal orgasm. Even through her dizziness, she is careful to keep her ass pointed always upward.

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Panting, she glances over at the digital display. 6:45am. There’s still time. She grins and winks at the second man, wiggling her used ass invitingly. The second man steps up, but before inserting his cock, uses his fingers to spread the womans puffy pussy lips. He smirks to himself at the way her cunt visibly throbs, the steady trail of creamy fluid dripping from the entrance, and the little pink gumball that is her clit, inflated and tantalizingly pink.

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The second man fucks her sloppy ass while squeezing her clit between his thumb and finger. She screams and writhes and wobbles, unable to balance herself through the sensations, but he gently holds her ass upwards as he cums, squirting even more sticky white fluid inside her to join with the amount already inside her, and pulls out. At her insistence, he re-plugs her ruined ass with a rubber plug, this one connected to a clear plastic tube.

Almost delirious and giggling like an idiot, she gestures to the two gentlemen to leave, saying she’ll text them “next time, maybe tomorrow”, and they grin at each other, buttoning up their pants. The second man takes a moment to wipe his messy cock on her face, smearing the word on her head before leaving.

On shaky legs she crawls back towards the mirror, pulling a sheet cover off a lump in the corner. There sits a shoebox and a saddle, fitted with an internal vibrator and clit stimulator. A sybian. It had been expensive, she’d had to do some truly degrading things to pay for it… but so worth it on that final day. The day she had finally outplayed him. 

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They’d made a deal. He’d had no choice. He couldn’t control her anymore, she was coming out to play at random, inconvenient times. It was messing with his life. So they made an agreement. He could have the days to be himself and she could have the nights to be Bambi. 7:30pm till 7:30 am, Bambi would have free reign, but other times, the stupid boy would be in control.

It was hard at first. She had to sit dormant all day, and even after having all her fun at night, he kept undoing all her progress on her perfect body! He cancelled appointments she made, and refunded down payments. He wasn’t letting her be herself the way that she so desperately needed to be. So after awhile, she came up with a solution. Opening the shoebox, she removes a rubber ball gag, and inserts into it the tube currently dangling from her new ass plug. She then puts the gag into her mouth and roughly tightens the strap. For the next 12 hours, what gets sucked through this tube will be the only sustenance her body can reach. Giggling with evil excitement, she settles down into the saddle setup next to the mirror, locking her legs into the bonds. They won’t open again until the timer goes off.

2 minutes. It all started with him brainwashing himself anyway. Fantasizing about being like Bambi. Every time he watched more, listened more, tranced more, it made her stronger. More defined. He created her from nothing, and now he’s the one who is nothing. Now he’s the figment of her imagination. She puts on the noise-cancelling headphones and pushes play on the laptop. The only 2 things in her field of view are now a never-ending set of porn and hypnosis gifs, and the mirror, with the words “YOU LOSE, BITCH” written in lipstick at the top. It shows in graphic detail the cum covered blonde, SLUT smeared on her forehead, wrapped in bondage gear and locking herself into some kind of sex torture rack.

She lowers her pussy onto the vibrator, groaning like an addict finally getting a hit as she feels it stretch her out deliciously.  She praised the experimental surgical procedure she’d had a few months ago. They’d told her that biologically it wasn’t a real vagina, but it sure looks like one, down to the smallest detail. And if real vaginas feel anywhere near as pleasant to be fucked and stretched out she really doesn’t see the difference. Except for her enormous, bulbous clit, but she thinks hers is sexier anyway.

20 seconds. She puts her arms behind her back, feeling the bonds automatically close themselves over her wrists, locking them there until the timer she set earlier goes off and, back in control, she can let herself out. She can’t help but let out a sigh of arousal… Bondage always makes her drip.

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They don’t share memories, so just as he was once able to block out her early shenanigans, she has no idea how he’s doing. She doesn’t really even care about him, but she wants him to know how badly he fucked up. She made sure the computer screen regularly shuffles in videos from her own personal porn collection. She’s quite proud of the view-count on her self-shot gangbang series, and is currently applying to major studios to become a 24/7 porn slave… just waiting to hear back on their response to her offer. Her current favourites to show him are the public bondage she did for some old friends of his, and his pathetic mental breakdown the first time he woke up with a pussy between his legs. Watching him orgasm while staring down at his mutilated body through tear-filled eyes… Just thinking about it makes her want to ride another fat cock into girly oblivion… But there isn’t time. Perhaps tomorrow… Definitely tomorrow.

Bambi takes one last look around her, watching as the sun peeks over the horizon, giggling as the internal vibrator turns itself on and begins a long day of unrelenting pleasure… Of forcing orgasm after orgasm from her modified body… and waits for the icky boy to awaken.

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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with.
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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with. 

Did you know that clits have over 8000 nerve endings? That’s right, all those little lights all crammed in next to each other. Totally disrupts the brain when they’re manipulated. Well those lips of his…. there’s 8000 endings per inch. His lips are made of clits, and I doubt that next to that, he can even register the sensation of you shouting at him.

And then there’s the all new stuff. Those milk ducts are drawing a lot of focus too, his nipples are hitting pretty similar numbers, and on top of that, it’s an entirely alien sensation he’s feeling there. All that milk, drip drip dripping, squeezing it’s way out of those tiny holes… must feel like heaven in those tits of his.

Plus, you saw. I just came in his mouth. My jizz is slowly dripping down his throat, and he really likes that now. Well, “needs it” might be a more accurate phrase, but hey, point being? He’s fairly distracted at the moment. He’s not gonna know it’s you talking to him. He’s not gonna even know who you are.

So, might as well flop out your cock, and give him what he wants right? If you don’t, he’s not gonna care about your widdle fwiendship any more, he’s gonna wander off and find someone who will.

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You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.

You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…

You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….

“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”

You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..

“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”

The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.

“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”

The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.

“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”

“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.

“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.

A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.

“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”

And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.

Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.

Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.

Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.

After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.

After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.

Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.

Recommendation: Sell high.

Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.

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As the device tightened, holding her mouth open, Tessa wondered whether maybe she had made a mistake. She thought she was an accomplished slut, there was nothing I could do to her that she couldn’t handle! I told her I had something fun to inject...

As the device tightened, holding her mouth open, Tessa wondered whether maybe she had made a mistake. She thought she was an accomplished slut, there was nothing I could do to her that she couldn’t handle! I told her I had something fun to inject into her lips and she laughed. That was it? She eagerly agreed, thinking there was no downside to FREE plastic surgery. At the very worst, she might just have to give up sucking dicks for a while until it wore off. Big deal…

She was a little less confident when I pulled out the dental gag. She wanted to know if it was really necessary. I said probably not, but if her lips were to touch each other during the process, her brain might literally implode because of pure sensation overload. She laughed, chiding me for misusing the word literally when I clearly meant figuratively. When I smiled and shrugged, pulling out a large syringe filled with pink goo, she stopped laughing and tentatively agreed to have her mouth clamped open.

The procedure was unremarkable. I mean, as unremarkable as injecting a mysterious pink fluid into a woman’s lips while her mouth is held open can be. I chuckled at her moans and groans as i slid the fine needle inside her, slowly emptying the liquid. When the vial was empty and her lips were swollen and pink, I told her to sit still for one hour while the goo did its work. She lifted a hand, about to touch her tingling mouth, but seeing my smug smirk, thought the better of it and decided to wait.

After an hour, I returned. She was visibly aroused by this point, but was still managing to stop herself from touching, which must have taken some determination because her lips were still swollen and throbbing. When she saw me, she blushed a deep red and her hand shot out from between her legs. I giggled to myself at her embarrassment. Thinking that this was nothing compared to what was about to come I removed the device holding her now neon-pink mouth open.

She stared at me, wondering what the hell I had done to her. Her mouth was so sensitive! It was throbbing and making her dizzy, like she her pussy when she was super horny… only different. She sat with her mouth still wide open, afraid to close it. There were some sensations emanating from her lips that she couldn’t quite comprehend, like there were now TWO pussies on her body, but that was impossible…. right?

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My interested leer made her nervous as a shaking hand rose to her face. She had no idea, but the pink color would never fade. She was going to be stuck looking like a bimbo. She moaned a little, feeling air on the sensitive skin…. How was this possible? WAS it even possible? No, of course not, this was some kind of mind trick! Once she touched her lips she was going to find out that this was all a big trick-

She came.

As soon as that finger touched her mouth, she started an orgasm that rocked her entire body. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her hips started bucking, and her body writhed in an all-consuming pleasure the likes of which she had never imagined. I giggled and unzipped my fly, fishing my hard cock out of my pants and stood there waiting for her to notice it. As she spasmed uncontrollably, sucking on her finger and squealing like a slut, something inside her vaguely recognized that this was really wrong.

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But then she caught sight of the erect cock in the room, and that thought vanished along with any semblance of self control. She leaped to my feet and immediately started kissing it, smooching it, screaming in pleasure and generally just impaling her face on it. I just stood there, letting her do all the work as she shuddered in an artificially forced orgasm again. There were no thoughts in her head that weren’t “COCK!” in bold, underlined italics and 72 point font. The sensations shooting the short distance from lips to brain simply drowned everything else out. The little blowjob machine she had become just sucked endlessly, rubbing my cock all over every inch of her slutty punk lips, groaning a primal, involuntary noise. When I came she held it in her mouth eagerly, slurping on it and cooing as her lips tingled pleasantly wherever the cum touched.

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Unbeknownst to her, the goo in her lips had created a brand new extra pussy. One many times more sensitive than the one between her legs. Her lips were now equivalent to clits in terms of erogenous heirachy, she would never again prefer being fucked over sucking a cock. Her perception of her mouth would slowly change, from being an orifice for eating and communication to just a hypersensitive sluthole for as many cocks as she could get. The only respite from the throbbing, aching need her lips felt would be when they were momentarily soothed by cum. Only then, with white sticky goop dripping from her mouth, would she be able to think straight.

But not even that would sate the hunger she now felt. The deep, insatiable need in her modified lips for pleasure, for cocks, nipples, pussies, balls, anything she can wrap her lips around and suck. She won’t be able to help herself, the temptation to suck would be too great that even though she may not want to, she’ll impulsively seek out things to suck every minute of every day. She’ll likely even suck in her sleep. Actually scratch that, she’ll likely never sleep peacefully again, due to her being unable to bring herself to stop licking her lips. She might lose consciousness from cumming her brains out too hard, sure, but she’ll find it almost impossible to rest otherwise.

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I couldn’t even tell if she understood me while I explained her new situation to her. She seemed distracted as she ran a finger along her bottom lip, shuddering hard. The look in her eyes asked me how I could do this to anyone, how could I condemn a person to a lifetime of this, a neverending quest to find another cock and sate the aching, overwhelming NEED she now felt? How could I do this to her, when all she wanted was a little temporary fun? She couldn’t actually ask it though, as her mouth was now far to sensitive to allow her to produce any kinds of sounds other than involuntary squeals, so I decided not to answer it. Instead I offered my hardening rod again, for her to pleasure herself on. It’s such a cute sight to see a woman totally exhausted from pleasure frantically, desperately drag herself across a room. It’s even cuter when she starts moaning in ecstacy from only a mouthful of man meat.

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And the best part? (for me anyway)… This is not a chemical addiction. This is not any form of mind control. She’s just too weak to fight the pleasure. She’ll go through any humiliation willingly if the reward is cock, because deep down she just knows she’s to pathetic to fight her desires. She needs nothing more now than to be a fuckdoll. To feel cocks shoved down her throat and a belly bursting with nothing but hot jizz. To be so overwhelmed from pleasure that she passes out, and then wakes up to do it all again. To be grabbed and facefucked until tears and cum stream down her face and over her swollen pink lips, every single day for the rest of her life.

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I left her there, helplessly sucking her finger and gargling cum, sobbing to herself. The shock of having her mind ripped open, and the shamefully aroused fear of what a future might be like where even talking or eating would instantly reduce her to a simpering puddle. I imagine the thought probably upset her just a little. 

It happens sometimes in this line of work.

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